Like a lighthouse to a boat lost at sea, Petey was a beacon. He guided him away from the hidden chaos in his mind that was constantly trapping him, trying his very hardest to fix the many problems floating around helplessly in Gary's head. It took time, a vast amount of time, along with pain, frustration and unshed tears, but they got there in the end.
Gary often sat, thinking of just how it was that Petey was able to cure him, cleanse him. Each and every time, he couldn't come up with a fitting answer. Perhaps it was the fact that the small, feminine boy stood by him through thick and thin, the ups and the downs, the twists and the turns, with full belief from the very beginning. He brushed off the comments about being the 'Sociopath's Assistant', ignored the glares they both received from the Bullworth students and townspeople. He just concentrated on Gary, sometimes even skipping a class just so they could continue their therapeutic discussions. It would be a lie to say nothing temporarily stopped them. Many hurdles stood in their way, but they overcame each and everyone. Gary knew it was only because of Petey's caring and confident attitude that he could even jump those hurdles. He could easily tell that if the shorter boy wasn't supporting him, he would never have had the strength to begin the fight, no matter how tough and unbreakable he seemed on the outside.
That was probably the strangest thing to Gary. How could Petey see through him so easily? When did he become so transparent? Or maybe his defences still remained, but only to the people that were unimportant to him. That list was extremely long, so to see the vulnerable side was a rare occurrence.
The lamp of the lighthouse would occasionally flicker, but never gave in until the boat was safely docked. No matter how choppy the sea, or how many times the boat wanted to turn around and head back to familiar land, it carried on, braving the thunderstorms and recovering from wrong turns. Gary knew that turning back would never get him anywhere and he was thankful that Petey had given him the strength he needed to continue.
There would be times when the boat would take Gary's passengers, his inner thoughts and feelings, back to where they came from, but as long as he had Petey by his side, the vessel would forever continue docking until it could stay tied to the light, it's last journey made.
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A/N: I'm not going to tempt fate, but I think my Writer's Block is slowly, but surely, coming to a temporary end. Because I sure as hell know it'll be back before I know it.
I enjoyed writing this one, even if there is a simile and metaphor overload. Gary's a boat and Petey's a lighthouse. I'd draw that, if I wasn't so bad at it.
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